O thou, whose days are yet all spring, Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving; Experience is a dumb, dead thing; The victory's in believing.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Fate loves the fearless.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

Light is the symbol of truth.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, yet you will find nothing anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here.

The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard.

Most of us spend so much time thinking about where we have been or where we are supposed to be going that we have a hard time recognizing where we actually are.

If you ask around, it's pretty easy to find someone who has a bank account overdraft horror story to tell.

Today people are a hundred times more interested in the personality of the person they are with than the clothes he wears.

It is very noble hypocrisy not to talk of one's self.

It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.

And Ive had vocal training on and off for years.

True nobility isn't about being better than anyone else; it's about being better than you used to be.

The true civilization is where every man gives to every other every right that he claims for himself.